One squad after another.
From dusk till dawn.
Over an hour later, all the trainees had formed their teams and collected all their group equipment.
Peng Yuqiu organized the teams and had them return to the trucks.
There were still over a hundred trainees left, just enough to squeeze into three trucks.
The trucks bumped along the road, the mountain path full of rocks, swaying and shaking. Occasionally, a sharp turn would make it feel as if the truck would tip over, stirring a sense of panic inside.
The GS9 instructor drove with the usual thrill, always providing the trainees with a sensory rush.
Mo Shangjun hadn't slept well the previous night and had Ding Jing sit beside her, leaning against her to try to sleep. To her surprise, before she could fall asleep, Ding Jing had already turned over and fallen asleep on her. The insomnia sufferer was sleeping soundly on the bumpy, swaying truck.
Mo Shangjun was a bit annoyed.
